Susie's Bad Fantasy - Secret Santa

So, what is a bad fantasy? A bad fantasy is the best kind because it should never come true. It should always stay a fantasy.

I have lots of bad fantasies.

In my current fantasy, I go to a New Year's Eve Party. I'm going to meet my best friend, Daisy. I'm dressed for the night--mini skirt, sleeveless top and sheer black stockings. There's going to be drinking, dancing, stranger chaos, and Secret Santa gift giving. Usually you're not supposed to make requests from your Secret Santas, but at the start of the party I got a little envelope under my glass of French 75.

There was a sticker sealing the envelope, a little shiny, metallic sticker in the shape of a hard cock and balls, like those stars you used to get in gradeschool. When a girl grows up, I guess, we get cock stickers instead of stars. I tried not to tear it but what are you gonna do? I had to bust open the little cock to open the envelope. Confetti spilled from the envelope like cum.

Inside was a slip of paper that said: "I want a baby for New Years."

It just so happened that I was my best friend's secret Santa. She had been talking about wanting a baby ever since September and--you know?--I thought that was kinda' cute. I'd help her out with that if I could, but I didn't come into the world armed with a cock, so it will have to be somebody locked and loaded to knock her up.

So we're in a penthouse.

It's not spectacular but it's too rich for me or my friend. Pretty soon it's insanely crowded. You've got some party lights, neon and spinning, but it's mostly pretty dark. You can't dance without constantly rubbing against bodies, and the volume is cranked. I felt hands on my hips and stomach every now and then, a pelvis and hard cock grinding against my ass. And then it's like seven minutes to midnight. There's a flat screen TV with the Times Square ball on it and the count down is starting, the music is cranked and the party lights are spinning.

Pretty soon we're all looking up at the flat screen. I'm at the drink table. I'm swinging my lips and I'm feeling somebody's hands on my hips again and I don't mind. The room is getting louder. The hands behind me are getting a little frisky, slipping a finger down the crack of my ass and almost to my pussy. Then a hand has reached around me, palms my stomach and then my breasts like he's checking to see if I'm ready for breeding. I don't mind because I'm dancing, I'm buzzed, I haven't had sex in a month, I'm horny, and this is kind of fun and flirty, so I arch my back, spread my legs just a little, and wag my ass like I was presenting my pussy.

At six minutes that all changes.

All of a sudden two fingers are moving in and out of my mouth. His other hand is yanking my stockings to my knees. I'm trying to pull his hand out of my mouth, and when I do he yanks my head back, one hand in my hair and the other still pumping in and out of my mouth. Nobody notices because it's loud as fuck, because everybody's bouncing up and down to the same rhythm, and because everybody's still looking up at that giant TV. I try to kick and squirm but those two fingers move to the back of my throat. This totally works on bad Susie. She kicks and squirms a little more, then her eyes roll and she begins to moan, lick and suck like a good girl. When her tits are rolled and pinched, she arches and pants through her nose. She lifts her pussy behind her because a girl can't fight millions of years of evolution.

She's going to get bred.

I can smell the Jersey Lightning on his breath. I can feel his stubble behind my ear. Then my eyelids go heavy when I feel what I've felt a hundred times before, a cock entering me from behind, taking control of me, shaping my spine to its own shape. The lips to my uterus obediently parted. They always do. Bad Susie spread her legs and arched like a drawn bow. Bad Susie submissively sucked on his fingers when the mouth of his cock kissed the mouth of her cervix. Now she'll be good. There's always something about being taken from behind that trigger's bad Susie's uterus. Let me put it this way, all I knew was that something was inside me that was always meant to be there, and when the fucking began, that empty need in my uterus was obediently answering each thrust with a 'Yes!' and 'Yes!' and 'Do it!' and 'Just do it! Take it! It's yours!'

Next his fingers are out of my mouth and he's holding my chin, face forward. The fucking from behind doesn't stop. I'm moaning, but who is noticing? We're two minutes away from the ball drop. At one minute away he lets go of my chin. He yanks my head back by the hair and bends me over the drink table. He kicks my legs further apart, pushes at the small of my back and makes sure my pussy is ready to be filled. There is going to be nothing between that first spurt and the mouth of my womb.

Then when we're in the ball-drop countdown. 10-9-8-

He's thrusting hard, holding, thrusting, holding. My eyes roll at 6.

I'm cumming. Then I'm dazed. Then I'm a female submissively waiting. Hasn't he earned the right? At 2, I'm taking his semen from behind. I groan out loud and rise to my tiptoes. I'm lost in orgasm. I'm feeling a cock's spurting go where it was always meant to go. I swear I can feel the spurts and I can feel the way my insides acquiesce to the heft of his curve. He holds me like that for maybe a minute, until the very last twitch empties his balls. When he pulls out, a slow, emptying withdrawal that almost makes me want to piss, I try to stand. He firmly pushes me back down; and when I turn to see who it was, he's gone.

It could have been anybody.

The room is full of men and one of them left this girl full of cum. I hastily pull up my stockings and feel something against my pussy. There's another little envelope. It's covered with his cum, all of it dribbling out of my pussy. When I open it up, it says: Excited to see my present in 9 months!

I look around, embarrassed, lay my palm on my abdomen--little pixie me, thin and muscular-- but warm and flooded inside.

Sometimes a woman knows when she's been knocked up.

Especially Bad Susie.

Sometimes, in a girl's bad fantasies, she just wants to be taken and bred, no questions asked, because, you know, that's what we're here for--your cum. And then, with a sigh of relief, we can get back to our career because it's just a fantasy and, you know, we're really not like that. Are we?